Thirty-Three Days by Stephen B King

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  • Jenny is a lonely university lecturer who's consciousness has traveled back in time to her younger body to try to save the future of the world. A young microbiologist is going to release a genetically modified wheat that will mutate and ultimately destroy all plant life, leaving nothing but barren windswept dust bowls.
    In the past, Jenny finds a love that has been missing from her life; the kind that comes just once in a lifetime. But Jenny can only stay in that time period for thirty-three days.
    Meanwhile, in the future, fearful Jenny will fail, plans are made to send another back in time--an assassin. How can she choose between saving the man she loves or saving the future?


    Rating:Spicy
    Page Count: 370
    Word Count: 103331
    978-1-5092-2110-3 Paperback
    978-1-5092-2111-0 Digital

    Excerpt

    August 2nd 2049, Perth, Western Australia

    After three weeks of research, Jenny O’Brien thought she was ready. The feeling of nervous expectation had followed her acceptance of what had started out being fanciful, then traversed through unbelievable, right on up to the doorstep of: You must be mad!

    Well, I am as ready as I will ever be for my journey, I suppose.

    But her fears and insecurities nibbled at her like a pack of baying dogs chasing a rabbit through the scrub. She was going to take the drug soon and go to sleep; the injector lay on her bedside cabinet. Then she would wake up back in time thirty-three years, in her younger body.

    Yes, folks, it’s mad, isn’t it?

    The sound of her nervous giggle echoed around the barren walls of her lonely apartment and returned to haunt her. She still had trouble believing she had been chosen by a “Committee” some two hundred and thirty years in the future.

    Oh, my God, why did I agree to this insanity?

    She had initially refused point blank to help, vigorously shaking her head. “I can’t, Simon, I just can’t. I’m not the person you think I am. You want someone strong and courageous. Someone who isn’t afraid to fail. I am the complete antithesis of that.”

    He smiled in the crooked way he had, which she quite liked, if she was honest. He then spent the next four days convincing her she was all those things and more.

    Once he had gone, returned to his farm in the future, she spent long hours, working at her desk in her one-bedroom apartment on the eighty-third floor of the glass and chromium steel building, The Monument Towers. She studied all the available history for the period she would be re-visiting and committed to memory all the necessary facts she believed she would need. Fortunately, a lifetime of study and lecturing students had given her near perfect recall.

    The knowledge she was taking back in time was history but would be seen as fortune telling to others. Being able to recite events to come was a must if she was to have any success of convincing Iain, and more importantly, his son, Bradley, that she wasn’t a complete lunatic.

    Her trip was to be the last link in the chain, the final “leap of faith” Simon called it, and hence they called themselves “Leapers.” Simon was the sixth, she was to be the seventh, and to her it seemed appropriate. Seven was her lucky number; she chose it for everything she could.

    With a snap and twist of the alloy top, she opened a bottle of Margaret River wine, and poured a large measure into her crystal glass. She intended to finish the bottle before taking her ASX101 and going to bed, to wake up…in her own past. She still struggled to get her mind around the concept. At times, she wondered if it was not all part of some elaborate hoax.

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08/06/2018

Unique

This is a time travel book unlike any I’ve read before. Its uniqueness was refreshing. The story is serious in the way that the heroine has the survival of the planet on her shoulders. The romance didn’t overshadow or take a backseat to the drama, it became part of it. The author’s art of dialogue and description is vivid. I’ve never seen a soccer game, but I could watch with a modicum of knowledge now. I’ve never been to Australia, but I could hear the various personal accents in each character’s voice. I intend to check into Stephen B. King’s other works. Great job Mr. King!

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